hot and juicy.
snot and lucy.
cott not juice, please.


[ah, yes. the beautiful sight of a summer's sunset.
couple that with the activity of trying to stop a caribbean
cruise ship with dental floss and we're in paradise!]


i sit here listening to jazz fm and chatting up a storm in a room, my room, that feels extra hot. i think the tower of my pc and the heater (that is controlled by a thermostat which my dad preoccupies himself fucking with) are creating such an effect.
now that im free, im left to think what the hell am i gonna do for the next two weeks other than study that week before my first final.
laundry sounds nice. but i look on the floor and it seems that i should, first, tend to the duties of my room. it seems like a warzone here where bodies of paper and books along with appendages of belts, laces and markers conceal the faded reddish carpet.
and beyond that, im left to think about the summer. yes, sweet summer.
considering that i didnt get to enjoy a full summer last year, on the count that i went to summerskool, i will relish this one, no doubt. relish, surely of course when im NOT working my ass off to pay for the remainder of this year's tuition in additon to next year's.

so what's the deal people?
is camping the deal?
road trip too?
parties as usual?
concerts galore?
jazz fest?
closure rave, finally (so aaron can experience one of course. not for my own personal benefit)?
comicCon? i wanna go.

i wanna know! we should plan. all things require planning. k, maybe not all things. but wars, football plays, child conception..these should all require planning! and why not summer too?

see this thing below??? IT'S CALLED A COMMENT BOX.
COMMENT OR FOREVER BE SCARED WITH EMBARASSMENT AND INDECENCY!!

what on God's green earth am i talking about? any ideas for the summer? let me know.